It is time to own up!
I have conceded to the season and taking up a lovely invitation to stay in Sicily for a while.
This means entrusting Sir G. to the hold of not one, but two aircraft!
A strangely abrupt way to travel, but from Catania I shall have about 60 miles of cycling to enjoy, and hopefully work off some of the dumplings and pancakes that have crept onto the waistline!
In a way, this places me very nicely for continuing on towards Turkey, when I can get my head around the logistics. I discovered some very exciting maps of Georgia and Romania in Pécs, so the thrill of the hunt is still on! It may well be that a couple of ferries and a route through parts of Greece is a very good option.
Last night on my way through the beautiful Christmas market stalls in Váci I found an antique smocked, embroidered and on the cuffs, tapestry, shirt, that ‘Uncle’ from Transylvania was not especially overjoyed to sell. He had wonderful moustaches, a tawny fur hat and over his portly frame, an embroidered felt knee length coat; after his lovely niece had translated for us a little while, he roared with laughter and said if I could find the village, I could stay with his mother!!
Sir G. is swathed in plastic and reinforced with generously donated egg boxes around his tender parts.
Wish us luck and angels!